"His fae blood is weak, he has the good looks and aura of importance, that is it!" Ezra argued. I shook myself away from his arms.
"So we kill him. His guards. We win the fight. And then you know what happens? We start civil WAR. We’d have the whole Apollon army, their fleet, their allies and their royals after our blood. Do we stand a chance then? Fala won't even fight for me, she doesn't want me anymore," I harshly whispered, tears running down my face. He cupped my cheek, forcing me too look into his eyes where tears pricked his own.
"I don't want to lose you. Promise me. Promise me you'll come back. Promise me you will stay alive." He leaned closer. My heart ached, knowing I could try my best but had no absolute guarantee.
"I promise." I finally looked into his eyes, shame washing over me from the lie that easily fell. Thinking that this might be the last time I see him. "Dezimus... Elijah," I whispered, completely shattered.
"Dezimus is comforting Elijah, they wanted to see you but the guards wouldn't let them, Rhey and I had to sneak in." Rhey tightened around me as I tried to put him on Ezra.
"I'm sorry, Rhey, you can't come with me. It's too dangerous." I choked, knowing I'd miss him so much. Ezra took him from my arms, and I was shocked when he reached for me instantly and pulled me close.
"I should have done this such a long time ago, Mor..." He caressed my cheek and brought my face closer. My breathing stopped, my emotions all a heaped mess as I let him pull me in. His lips brushed my own…
"Let go of what's officially mine." A vicious voice cut through us like an arrow. Ezra froze and stepped aside by a fraction. The prince prowled around us, his red eyes glowing.
"We are just saying goodbye." Ezra's eyes narrowed.
"Is that how arena partners say goodbye? Well, let me show you how Apollon men stake their claim." The prince then reached for my hip, pulled me into his arms, gripped my chin and pushed his lips against mine. Shock. Pure and utter shock is what coursed through my body as I pushed my palms into his chest. His big hands held them both as he deepened his kiss.
I bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, and the damned devil smiled, licking his lips. "Get on the horse. We're leaving." He commanded.
I looked to find both Ezra and Rhey gone.
I felt stolen...
"I hate you."
"Get used to it, sweetheart."
Chapter 18
Nightingale Wings
Nocturna the divine, the Goddess of Fae in the realm of darkness had blessed fae folk with their equal halves, eternal beings destined to be together either for the good or for the evil of Terran. An indication of these immortal beings meeting their mate in due time is the song of a nightingale. One of Nocturna's beloved children. Sacred to all Duvessan fae, and rare to be found as it carries natural healing properties in its shimmering blood ~Duvessan Fae History
The following text has been transcribed in an oath of truth by Volda Keely Darkblood of the Darkblood Witch Coven.
The original text has been destroyed upon command from the High King of Apollo, Solaire Gideon.
Iheard the wind slide against trees, curling into the leaves to create rapid touches against the skin of my cheek. I unpacked the grey stallion, unburdening him from all the weight of my weapons and the few essentials I had packed."You're supposed to let me unpack, you know, since you basically announced me as your weapons boy," Red muttered as he followed me into my yellow tent.
Yellow... how original for the Apollons.
I ignored his comment and shoved a wooden box of my belongings into his arms. He stumbled back but caught his footing as he placed it down beside my bedroll. A puzzled look plastered on his face as he opened up the box.
"Red, what in Nocturna are you doing? You aren't supposed to go through a lady's—"
"You own a violin?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat, I laid my eyes on the instrument he referred to. Gritting my teeth and looking him dead in the eye, he paled and somehow understood he needed to drop the subject, keeping it back in place.
"I'll go see where they're setting up the rest of the camp," Red spoke, exiting quickly.
Fala must have been the one to pack the violin, she was the only one who understood the connection I had to it. The mere thought of her and her actions brought anger to my system. I roughly dropped my cloak over the box to cover it. Out of sight. Out of mind. It had no purpose in my life anymore.
"Then destroy it. Throw it away,"the little girl challenged in my mind. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears."You won't however... Because it reminds you of our home," she whispered sadly. I let out an anxious sigh and left my tent. A much bigger one was stationed closely next to my own.
Red seemed gleeful at the campfire where a golden teapot was set atop a fire. I made my way to join, to listen for any potential whispers that might provide some insight on a future escape and hopefully get a cup of tea for myself.
"I thought it would be good for you to acclimatise first to your surroundings by giving you your own tent,"a charming voice said from behind.
